White Fox Man Novels & Stories

Seems I spoke too soon. Out of the woods came a big dark brown wolf. He tackled Damien off Xavier’s wolf, making Damien release his hold on Xavier’s wolf . Damien then stood still. The dark brown wolf shifted to his human form and Damien also shifted back to his human form. I stayed in wolf form though. There was no way I was going to shift back to my human form with no clothes around. The other wolf was an older man. He looked to be around his late forties. He also looked a bit familiar but I can't quite figure out how.

I asked myself in my head, my mind racing. Turning the page, the book revealed more about fox spirits, their abilities, similar to werewolves but they were far stronger, depending on the number of their tails. They could generate fire or lightning from their mouth or tails, shapeshift, possess a person’s body and create illusions to manipulate and outsmart their opponents.

He yelled again, almost certain he was not going to get an answer since he had already accepted he was all alone in the room. "I am here!" Blackwheel turned as he heard the voice of someone who seemed to be present in the room but not visible. "Who are you?" Blackwheel inquired. "I am a friend of Man. My friends call me Woman. I am a werewolf." Quietly, Blackwheel felt he had been in the grip of a terrible spell for too long and had been given the privilege to be free for a very short time. "What can I do for you?" "A lot!" Woman said.

They could have killed all of these wild wolves in a much shorter time if they had weapons. A man's deep voice sounded from the front door just as they were exhaling a sigh of relief. "What are you guys doing?!" When Thomas turned his head to look, all he saw was a middle-aged man with a basket on his back standing in the doorway. He was tall, fierce-eyed, and had a vicious wolf tattooed on his left arm. This person should be the one they were looking for. Thomas said, "Are you Mr. Fox Wolf? We—" The man did not wait for Thomas to finish his sentence, he bellowed, "I said, what are you two doing?!"

Where Roger stood a moment before, now there is only a huge gray wolf. Before I know it the other men have shifted too. Three are gray like Roger, but the first man –the largest and fiercest – has red fur like a fox. Of course I’ve never seen such a terrifying fox. My mind is reeling - have I ever been this near a wolf? Have I ever even seen one in the wild? I don’t even know why I’m focusing on such things - it’s not like it matters, these aren’t actual wolves. They’re shifters, and the beasts are at least twice the size of true wolves.

My entire body tensed when I saw her stripping off his clothes and then riding his cock like a jockey. It took every ounce of my power not to ram into the side of the vehicle and send it crashing down the slope. But now I had one more fucker to add to my murder list. I promised to deal with him later. First, I had to kill the wolf that got away and from what I've learnt, he was the son of Alpha Felix, which made the game a lot more intriguing.

Moon said. "Moon, you realize my Wolf is a dark wolf, or Nightmare wolf, right? I can barely control him as it is, you want me to just talk with him, bond with him, and hope he reveals his name, making it easy on me? My Wolf is just as pissed off at me as every other wolf that has a human now. Just because my Wolf and I work together from time to time doesn't mean it's going to work out this time." Rex snorted.

the wolf prompted eagerly. It didn't have to, either. Heaving, the bones cracked with a reshaping, fur bursting along arms and legs until, in one second, Xavier-man became Xavier-the-wolf-a monster ready to kill for this woman standing next to him. Sophia panted irregularly, but she did not hold me back. She knew what was at stake. "Get on," I ordered through our mind-link. She didn't argue but fuzzed the moment to get on my back, where she hugged my fur tightly.

Wolves were territorial in nature and in this heat plus the control drug injected in them I knew they would go to any lengths to stop the men from touching me. "Get back! Or this will be your last day on the job, you don't have to die for people who don't care about you." I warned, but the guards didn't listen. The first man reached out to grab my shoulder. Before his fingers could even touch my arm, Jax lunged forward with supernatural speed. His jaw unhinged, his long fangs baring as he ripped the man's throat completely open with his bare claws. Blood sprayed across the concrete.

He couldn't finish. Sophie covered the woman with healing light, buying hours where there should be minutes. Behind us, more refugees emerged from hiding. Twenty, thirty, then fifty. All from smaller packs. All carrying the same story. "It started two months ago," an elderly wolf told us, his left arm ending in shadow-scarred stump. "A woman came to our pack. Phoenix-born, she said. Promised protection if we swore loyalty. Our Alpha refused." "What did she look like?" I already knew, but needed to hear it.